The woman's brows are almost completely covered by bandages, but they can almost feel one skeptically raise as these potentially dangerous words come babbling, unfettered, from this stranger's mouth.

"Who did?" She asks Phalanx.

Robin, thinking quickly, grabs for the lowest common denominator he can summon under such short notice, "No, I told them a story yesterday. The one about the boy who gets killed and turned into a bird."

"...A bird?" She asks, this time turning her skepticism towards Robin.

"A bat, sorry. Birds are the old version." He shakes his head a little even though she can't see, "But I think I may have embellished a little too much, they've been talking about it all morning."

He gives the top of Phalanx's hood a subtle little tug, hoping that it's enough to get them to lie just a little lower than the "helpful" way they're acting now.